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Austin Fillmore - No Limit Lyrics



Austin Fillmore - No Limit Lyrics




[ Featuring Remy Prosper ]

Nigga I'm way more than average They should put up on Fallon And no limit to my talent
That lil bitch she a Thot
She like you hit my spot
My nigga whip up the pot
He say don't stir it a lot
I had the lick on drop
We got the skinny on ops
We don't say shit to the cops
Niggas ain't real they just props
We got some hoes on ya yatchet
Came along from the couch
Family and God I'm about
Fin get pops a new house
Fin get ma a new house
All the demons I'm smoking the out
I don't none of this shit for no clout
I had to make me a route
I make so much money cause my haters keep running they mouth Get to the money I know
Cameras they flash imma strike me pose
Started this shit with my bros
I kept it real yea I stuck to the code
Wrote my dreams in phone
Now all these hoes won't leave me alone I should put Louie on this
I should be lucci on this
F*ck it I should put Gucci on this

We saw man and they just froze on up Pull up nigga with my doors up
Imma have to explore her
I think her name is Dora
Ain't no way they ignore us
We was down we still poured up 50 now for a chorus
I got 30 30 my wrist
Dirty my
Dirty my shit
F*ckin it
I f*ck it Lil bitch
Shooters on roof they can't miss Feelin myself
Just a lit bit
Let talk my shit
Me and my niggas we lit
You and yo niggas lick
Oh yeah
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Nigga I'm way more than average They should put up on Fallon And no limit to my talent
That lil bitch she a Thot
She like you hit my spot
My nigga whip up the pot
He say don't stir it a lot
I had the lick on drop
We got the skinny on ops
We don't say shit to the cops
Niggas ain't real they just props
We got some hoes on ya yatchet
Came along from the couch
Family and God I'm about
Fin get pops a new house
Fin get ma a new house
All the demons I'm smoking the out
I don't none of this shit for no clout
I had to make me a route
I make so much money cause my haters keep running they mouth Get to the money I know
Cameras they flash imma strike me pose
Started this shit with my bros
I kept it real yea I stuck to the code
Wrote my dreams in phone
Now all these hoes won't leave me alone I should put Louie on this
I should be lucci on this
F*ck it I should put Gucci on this

We saw man and they just froze on up Pull up nigga with my doors up
Imma have to explore her
I think her name is Dora
Ain't no way they ignore us
We was down we still poured up 50 now for a chorus
I got 30 30 my wrist
Dirty my
Dirty my shit
F*ckin it
I f*ck it Lil bitch
Shooters on roof they can't miss Feelin myself
Just a lit bit
Let talk my shit
Me and my niggas we lit
You and yo niggas lick
Oh yeah
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Writer: COLLIN FERGUSON, REMY GOURIAGE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave




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Performed By: Austin Fillmore
Featuring: Remy Prosper
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: COLLIN FERGUSON, REMY GOURIAGE

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